You poor little stupid boy…I’d gut you if I was a psycho killer–Put my fist through your breast plate and take your heart.
I need a new one since you broke mine.
I bet you think that I hate you.
My love, I love you too much to literally hate you.
But maybe I pity you for being too dumb to work this out.
Or maybe I pity you for not being the man that I think you should be, for not seeing the potential that I see in you.
I know why I love to hate you, you stupid boy, I used to be just like you, you stupid boy–except you have shitty taste in music, you stupid boy, stupid boy, stupid boy.
…I could devour you…
What’s more romantic than a vampire, my little stupid boy?
You’ve been draining me for years…
Thought you should know I’ve decided that I like it–it keeps us alive on a dead night.
Have you burried me?
I like to play with the idea of burrying you.
I know why I love to hate you, you stupid boy, I used to be just like you, you stupid boy–except you have shitty taste in music, you stupid boy, stupid boy, stupid boy.
If I’m a vampire, my love, I accepted your invitation.
If I’m a vampire, my love, you’re the one that bit me.
If I’m a vampire, my love, I’m hungry, so thirsty.
If I’m a vampire, my love, you poor stupid boy.
Copyright 2011. Bosh Rodriquez.
